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Apr 7
Hatred,
It runs through my veins.
Cascading through
My body of pain.
Attacking my system,
It alters my brain.
Leaving bitter notes
And thoughts that stain.
And I,
The victim,
Of my own demise.
Unable to love
My own little mind.
Chelsea Quigley
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Chelsea Quigley  21/F/Waterford
(21/F/Waterford)   
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